As the wind blows, it breathes out the scent of yesteryears and evokes the harsh reality I currently am.
As the wind knows, it whispers the countless echoes he engraved to me that overwhelms the sound of my heartbeat.
As the wind grows, my eyes always catch the faint stain of the footprints we have left behind forcing me to halt my tracks blind.
As the wind shares my woes, I embraced my inner cyclones as I navigate into the heart of the crowd.
And as the wind goes, I finally relinquish the aftertaste of relish I had with him, tossing the inedible flashbacks away.